Tuesday, March 12, 2013

When I'm 64

When I'm 64 I'll ask for more, more of the last few years.
It's been great and I've been lucky.
I have the beach and everything I want within reach.
I've had good health and just enough wealth to keep me and my wife in smiles.
I would want to have more conversations with my grandsons.
Young boys and girls at their ages seem to be full of fun.
I've been blessed with a wondrous second career
I guess I did it without much fear
or trepidation because without a try it would been such a failure.
What is life without a wife? Not just a wife but someone who has made these
past seven seem like heaven or else it would have been hell.
Regrets are things that unhappy people look back on. I like to look just ahead
and appreciate the truly remarkable  odyssey of my life
and remember that since 2001 it's been nothing but up.
Must have been the movie.

Rants 2013

Well it's time again to air my gripes. I've been holding them in and now I  am going to vent. Unlike the cardinals, it will be black smoke. If products can't have real life spokespeople then how can that be believable.. I will never use Ancestry.com because an actor supposedly has ancestors with more hair than his bald head. Ridiculous! An actor for Salon Pas telling of his scripted aches and pains. Forget about it! Chevrolet Traverse has a commercial about room for eight passengers in their car, 8 plush toy animals it has room for in the commercial. I always carry toy animals instead of people in my car. How about you? How about showing  me how a car performs on I95 or the Florida Turnpike instead of doing donuts or drifting on the beach. I've never ridden on the beach. Nor do I intend like Cadillac ATS to drive in the most remote, dangerous locations in the world. What kind of crap is this? It's no accident that Saturday Night Live isn't on every Saturday anymore. Their writers suck and recycle old skits too often. Usually unless it's Mars or Timberlake they squander the talents of the guests like Daniel Craig. The cardinals are convening in Rome to pick a new pope. The first vote was today without success. They'll go to dinner and discuss who's the best candidate. So much for praying devoutly for divine intervention and getting it right the first time. And lastly I grow extremely weary of new arrivals to Florida or snow bids trashing my home. Don't like it, LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!